a bit of whimsy

ever look at a red leaf through a crystal ball,
it's like a magnifying glass, I reckon, except it's a crystal ball, so one can
be impish, go, OHHHH, magic, and such whatnot, I like the lines in a leaf, it
is like the palm of a hand, it's like the tree itself, ever notice that maps
are like lines in a tree, like the lines in our face, geometry, math repeats,
we repeat, repeat repeat, ha, begin again, open the gate, black iron wrought
gate, does it creak, no, maybe because it is part of a rock wall, I don't know,
but I don't hear the creak, walk up the steps, slabs of rock, in between the
old grave stones, and crooked trees, the crest of the hill is embraced by the
sun, like a halo, she walked the mountains, in the evening, her dress lifting
in the breeze, they like to create stories about her, and she knew it, heard
one or two in the wind, didn't matter, her hair was short, and gray now, face
wizened, she was scrawny but in a she could beat you in a race, or win a fight,
kind of old broad, it was those walks in the mountains she said, with a wink,
more like hikes don't you know, he sat on the bench, waiting, it's that dude
with the black hair and dark eyes again, his collar is high, and there are
ruffles, who is this a poof, or dandy, no a high class fellow, don't judge him
for that, though, he knows when to talk and when to keep his mouth shut, so he
waits, his hands resting on the knob of his cane, it's a strong cane, made of
oak, polished, the handle is a stone, polished as well, he knows how to use
this cane to defend himself, but today, he just wants to see his friend, the
leaves drift off the wall, and there is a scent in that wind, lavender, and he
gets up to leave, he knows she won't walk by there today, maybe tomorrow
though, he is considering stopping by her house, is that wise, he wondered, but
who cares, you know, follow your heart, the map of all senses, central
headquarters, go team go, ...